Gilgamesh smirked as Darkseid carried off the pink, misty remnants of Stein. Returning Fragarach to the Gate of Babylon, Gilgamesh headed off on his own. The King of heroes considered his options at the moment. He could find a nice soft spot to rest upon, and perhaps enjoy some divinely brewed wine. Or, perhaps he could find some new conflict to amuse him. 

The possibilities were endless for the King of Heroes.